"Shut up!" Mei Ya was so depressed. Isn't it said that this man is the most unmoved and taciturn? Then who is this guy in front of her who is not ashamed of whining? Mei Ya covered Zhong Mingwei's mouth, which was still whining, and glared at him. "Say you don't dare, and I will spare you."
"What are you afraid of?" Zhong Mingwei felt very aggrieved. "Are you afraid to teach Madam new words? Or are you afraid to collect tuition from Madam?"
Mei Ya smiled sincerely: "..."?
Okay. Sure enough, you still deserve a beating! ?
"You will know." Meiya smiled slightly and this time rolled up her sleeves directly to her arms.
Zhong Mingwei: “…”?
…?
Front yard. ?
The screams continued. Pang Yi and Gu Changlin were eating while discussing the battle situation in the backyard with great interest.
"Sir, listen to my voice, tut tut tut. You can see how cruel my wife is." Pang Yi sighed while picking up a piece of sweet and sour pork with chopsticks and eating it with relish. ?
"Yes, that girl has great strength." Gu Changlin also nodded. Pointing at the bucket beside the well, he said to Pang Yi, "It's a full bucket of water. She carried it like nothing happened. Her face didn't turn red and she didn't breathe hard. I, an old man, can't compare to her."
"Tsk tsk tsk, next time I go out, I have to find some powerful pills for you," Pang Yi shook his head. He looked sympathetic, but couldn't help laughing, "But, maybe you like Madam to touch you, hehe."
"Boy, if I were you, I wouldn't kick you when you're down like you do." Gu Changlin looked at Pang Yi with sympathy, and seeing his stunned expression, as if he had received confirmation, Gu Changlin sighed and shook his head, while drinking the wine in the glass.
"Sir, what do you mean?" Pang Yi scratched his head in confusion.
"Think about it, Ming Wei lost so much face in front of the girl today, and was beaten up like this. Who can he get back at for all this?" Gu Changlin looked at Pang Yi's petrified face, shook his head, and then said sympathetically, "You have served Ming Wei for the longest time, so you naturally know Ming Wei best. He has never been a person who can tolerate others..."?
"Sir, I have something else to do, so I won't have dinner with you," Pang Yi put down his chopsticks before Gu Changlin finished speaking, and ran out of the yard without looking back, "If you come to look for me, just tell them I'm not coming back today!"
"This silly boy." Gu Changlin smiled and shook his head, pouring himself another glass of Lihuabai and drinking it with relish.
…?
June 15, the 33rd year of Jiasheng?
Ningguta. ?
The prefectural government office. ?
After six days of traveling, Kong Wenmin and Kong Wenjie finally escorted the injured Fang Chengyin back to Ningguta. The carriage had just entered the yard, and before Kong Wenmin had time to drink a cup of hot tea, he was called by Fang Zuotang. Kong Wenjie wanted to follow, but before he could take a step, Fang Chengyin secretly pulled his sleeve, so Kong Wenjie had to stand in front of the carriage. ?
"What are you doing?" After Kong Wenmin left the courtyard, Kong Wenjie frowned and looked at the white and tender hand pulling his sleeve, feeling indescribable irritation and torment in his heart, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"?
"So what if I saw it?" Fang Chengyin said nonchalantly, "Are you saying that a young lady like me is going to forcefully take a man away from the common people?"
Kong Wenjie couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he heard her say that. He silently turned his head to look at that delicate face, then suddenly lowered his eyes: "Don't be like this."
"What's wrong with me?" Fang Chengyin looked at him in such an awkward manner and wanted to laugh for no reason, "You make me look like a shameless scoundrel."
"I...I'll help you down," Kong Wenjie was really confused, and he stopped thinking about it. He stretched out his hand to help Fang Chengyin get out of the car carefully. Seeing Fang Chengyin's slightly frowned brows, Kong Wenjie felt a lot of pain in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Does the wound still hurt?"
"What do you think?" Fang Chengyin glared at him, gasping in pain, "Ouch!"
Kong Wenjie was a little anxious: "Then go back to your room and rest. I'll change the medicine for you later."
Fang Chengyin blushed and spat quietly, "Bah! Now that you're back, who would need you to change the medicine?"
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